Luna bit her lower lip as she reached for the handle of the door. Her hand gripped the cold metal, and she pressed down with just enough strength. The door creaked open slowly, and she stepped inside.
On the soft, white sheets, Aether lay unconscious. He wasn't asleep – the healer had cast a spell on him as he was apparently worried about sleeping and being dragged into those dreams again.
Still, he seemed everything but at peace. His complexion was pale, and despite the magical unconsciousness, he didn't seem like he was resting peacefully.
She pulled the chair by the wall to the bedside. She watched him for a while, seated on the chair. "Inspect." She whispered after a few heartbeats. Her eyes flashed golden as the spell changed her sight, revealing the world of magic and mana to her.
